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A Soldier’s Cry


By News on the Net ——--August 22, 2010

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Awake! Awake! Oh men of State The raging hoards have breached the gate. They’re tearing down the land I love, I raise my plea to God above

They scale no high or daunting wall, For corporate greed has made it fall, Obama’s Muslim ties lay bare, Though men of state seem not to care. The toll of doom so loudly rings, That loss of State invasion brings. America soon, the loss will feel, When liberty's bell doth cease to peal. Corporate greed keeps spreading bait to lure them in, to seal our fate. The finest men that money buys, Ties them so tight to corporate lies. A civil war they bring our way, The spawn they lure are here to stay. Their plans are plainly told each day Out breed the gringo, their favorite play. Ever more the spawn they need Feeds bottom line of corporate greed, Slave labor makes their profits grow, And care they not destruction sow. Awake! Awake! Oh men in power, Our State did once o’r nations tower. We’re losing country, we’ve lost our way The hoards from hell may win this fray. I plead to power to wake and see The loss of State our fate will be. I’m in the vanguard, I must be brave, Though I cower at foul' invasions wave. Awake! Awake! Oh heads of State, Invading hoards will seal our fate. Our end in chaos is their goal, The foreign power will take its toll. Usurping leader with crotch salute. Hides his tie to Muslim root. He wears the tyrant Muslim boot. His goal to make our great laws mute His origin of birth don't touch, A paper that could tell so much. Our corrupt courts don’t care to see, Authentic proof of facts that be. From invasion blight I must not hide. Tis a soldiers duty the warhorse ride. With the god Lord's help I serve with pride, for the death of country I'll not abide. From Satan’s power I’m wont to hide, And plead God’s grace be at my side. Though soldiers wants be not to fore, I fear what fate may have in store. Ere all is lost, please close the gate, Lest over thrown will be our fate. The hoards from hell will open wide Hell's gates to welcome and we abide. Ogee, The Bard of the Boondocks (On Google) Warren Ogren

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